Brooklyn Day Six: An Afternoon at the Met and Different Pricing for Bacon and Eggs

One of the worst jobs in the world has to be the poor sod who has to drive this enormously oversized limo in Manhattan traffic. And there's the dip riding in the limo who hired him.



The limo was blocking traffic as Plot and Duck were walking down E. 81st to the Met. When they got there, they walked immediately up to the Second Floor, into the European Masters collection, to see the Spanish painters that Ducknik has been studying: Goya, Velazquez and El Greco. The Goyas and Velazquezes were fine, but the El Grecos are magnificent. The Met has two of the most famous El Grecos hanging side by side: a portrait of Cardinal Guevara, who was the Chief Inquisitor (which is to say the Baddest of the Bad) --



...and the extraordinary view of the city of Toledo, which looks like a hallucination as much as a landscape. And we ain't talkin' about Ohio.



It's easy to see why modernists like Jackson Pollock studied El Greco, who lived in the early 17th Century. How cool is it to be in a city with so many of the greatest museums in the world?

Before they went into the Met, Plot and Duck stopped for lunch in a tiny luncheonette where the rudest waitress in the world neglected to tell them about an interesting fact of Manhattan coffee shop life: Duck ordered a fried egg sandwich with bacon, which was two pieces of bread, two eggs and three strips of bacon. It cost $4.95. Plotnik ordered bacon and eggs, which was also two pieces of bread, two eggs and three strips of bacon. It was exactly the same as the fried egg sandwich, only the bread was on a separate plate. It cost $7.95.